Henry’s Story

I met Katie Allison Granju a little over 3 years ago.

On the interweb.

We were both pregnant, with girls,

both of us “advance maternal age.”

That means that we are too old to be having babies.

Anyway, I stubledupon her blog. http://mamapundit.com/

I found a kindred Spirit in her.

She co-slept

Cloth Diapered


And wrote the book on attachment parenting…No really, she did

We became “facebook friends”

We both had our babies a month early;

a month apart. Our baby girls are a little over 3 now.

They even look sorta alike…

Both with beautiful eyes and curly blond hair…

I do not think they know where C got her curls either!

Then one day, late in June 2010, Katie posted these words on her blog, facebook and tweeter:

“Please Pray for my sweet Henry”

He had overdosed and had been brutally assaulted.

He was in the ER.

They did not think he would live.

And so it began, for us here in


A really small town

in a big world.

We sat in a virtual waiting room

holding vigil with Katie.

You know why?

Henry was OUR child.

Our nephew

Our brother

Henry was our student

Our neighbour

And our grandchild.

It could have been anyone

Of us.

yes. YES.

It could be

Your child

in that


A day later, maybe even that very night

Katie “came out”

Henry had been a drug addict for years,

His family did all they could

for Henry.

Rehab, counseling, tough love

They tried it all

But in the end, it was not enough.

He died.

On May 31st, 2010

He died

He was 18 years old young.

Before that June day in 2010, Katie and her family kept it secret.

Addiction is a secret disease

It grows in secret.

It feeds on it.

Like Cancer.

As the Adult child of an alcoholic.

I know the secret

It is evil and powerful

I abhor secrets.

We cried with her and for her and for Henry.

We prayed hard

We held him in the light.

We “manifested” healing

We lite candles in our churches





and on our


It did not work.

He still died.

I wonder, why did G*d not hear us?

I mean, really, there were thousands of

people praying

in all the faith traditions.

Surely G*d heard at least one of them.


But he died anyway.

He suffered anyway.

His Mother and Father held him in their

arms as he died.

Henry was supposed to hold his parents in

HIS arms when THEY died.

But that will not happen.

He died before his Great~Grandma.

But his death


Not ok

Not right




Utterly fucked up.
Was not in vain.

Tonight on

WBIR TV in Nashville TN

Henry’s Story

was shown

Henry’s Story

One half hour

Commercial free.

They told his story.

From the first time

He tried pot.

(He was 14)

Till the day he died.

But something really wonderful

Happened During the weeks that

Henry was in the hospital

Parents spoke to their children

about drugs.

Some for the first time.

Parents realized that

It could happen to any one

That no one is

Immune to the

tragedy that

is drug addiction.

It can happen to:

Children of privilege or in need

Children with two parents in the home

or one.

Children in private schools

or in pubic.

Children of  all ethnicities

It can happen to:

Children who go to church every Sunday


Synagogues on Friday

or the Mosque.

Children who get spanked.


Children who are put in time out.

It can happen to

Gay kids and Straight kids

Children in the city and those in small towns.

And it can happen

whether or not you let your

Children watch TV.

It can and does and will happen to




Henry’s Story shows us that.

I hope that you talk to your children

about drugs

and drinking

and while you are


Talk about

sex also.

Henry did not

die in vain.


All the time.

Don’t stop talking

One more thing….

Talking to

other parents

at school, places of worship and at the park

Only good can come from that….


It is the secrecy

That this insidious disease feeds off of.

So shout it from the roof tops

if you need help.

Thank you

Katie and Jon

Chris and Melissa

Robert, Betsy and Sue.

and all of Henry’s siblings

for the courage to share your


I will never forget Henry.

And neither will my children.

Because of Henry.

We talked about it at school

We talked about it at church


He made a difference

Thank You.

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4 thoughts on “Henry’s Story

  1. I keep up with your blog. I don’t always comment, but I read it. This is a great post. As far as your grammar, spelling and punctuation, that’s what editors are for. Keep writing because you say things that are important.


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